Cada Día

Guess you better know it sometimes
Eighty·one days in a year, fifty-two weeks in a month
There' s no problems really they are all in your head unfortunately
There' s where you live
A glass of gin for here, one for there
And I’ll puke up in the sink everyday my mind is never quite far away enough
Everyday I look out of the window and the sky is grey
Everyday is real feel so wrong shouldn’t stay this way everyday, everyday
Every night I feel much better, I feel almost right
Every night there' s no much to think of
There’s no much to fight about every night, everyday
Such nasty things tend to come my way
Another move but l' m always laughing
Everyday things don’t seem to come my way
Everyday, everyday, etc. Every night
I feel so different, I feel right there' s something in my head
There' s nothing in my bed
But everyday, these days are so much longer
What can I say
Everyday is long, is long, is longer than the day before
Every night when there' s no moon I like it better
Every night I feel like writing god a letter
Everyday, everyday
Don’t feel uptight, you’ll feel alright
Drink some coffee and stay up all night
Drink some more stay up all day drink some more stay up the next night
Don’t you worry in the night I’ve sussed it out